Poems from Neftee
Its been a long road.
But it has come to a junction.
Should I be giddy at the end?
Or mournful for the jurney?
Travelers in my caravan
Have...
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Trudge through the mud
and the rain.
No rest for the weary
No rest from the pain
Lights and the shadows
play tricks on my brain
And my...
I walked below
The neon lights.
Dark sky flashed
against the green of slavery.
I puffed a cigar
My jeans have holes
My shoes are split like...
Silence was...
Before you spoke.
While still in my embrace
Your voice ended in quiveres.
Asking qurries we both
didn't want to hear the...
I didn't feel it,
So I didn't right it.
But you
Still
Needed
To
Know
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Suck it